روايات وقصص ضمن The Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

“I have news, Fredrick. I'm pregnant.” The end

" Well, who does not want you? If you say so! But everyone wants to get married to a billionaire and I'm just trying to secure a space for myself. Who knows? It may work!" She said and tried to shrug. Wow! The person she was lusting for actually wanted someone else, his money? She came all the way to work at his workplace just because she wanted to marry him all because of money? What sort of woman had he slept with and he did not know? He thought she was a very delicate woman. Was she this loose? He thought she was not like other women and she turned out to be the exact opposite of what he thought that she was?

“Is Miss Hart living in your mansion under contract? That last question changed everything. Damien’s eyes became deadly. Because somebody inside his company leaked information again. The realization darkened his entire expression. And suddenly— The billionaire stopped protecting himself. Damien looked directly into the cameras. Then calmly said the one thing nobody expected. “She is not temporary.” Silence crashed over the room instantly. Every reporter froze. Every camera focused entirely on him. And Damien? Damien looked straight ahead with terrifying certainty. Then announced— “She will become my wife.”

Arianne exclaimed, her eyes on the television. I almost choked on my coffee. Gently, I lowered the cup onto the table and followed her gaze. Damn. It's my ex-husband's commercial again, I thought to myself, wondering why I have to see his face almost everywhere despite trying to avoid it. Grey's business had expanded from owning hotels and malls to now owning several airlines. The commercial was, in fact, about the promotion of his airline. I recognized the woman in the commercial with him. She was Catrina Blackwell, a renowned beauty queen who won Miss International last year.

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

She shrugged before walking out of the room. She snorted as she looked at her distant friend. "No matter what you say, I won't listen. I love Gael so much and we should get married because he got me pregnant.” Maybe Brielle is just jealous because Gael got me pregnant. “She just smiled and looked at the pregnancy test in her hand again. "I'm excited to be Mrs. Ramirez." — "W-WHAT? Was what you said true Tallulah?" Caroline asked in disbelief after Tallulah confessed about her pregnancy.

For the next several weeks, Mason practiced his line with the gravity of someone preparing for a Shakespearean monologue, delivering it at increasingly random moments during breakfast, in the bath, once memorably while Ethan was on an important work call. “You may now kiss the bride,” Mason announced solemnly into the background of a board meeting, prompting Ethan to mute himself and laugh until he nearly cried. As my pregnancy progressed, the wedding planning continued alongside doctor’s appointments that brought their own quiet joy. At sixteen weeks, we learned we were having a girl. Ethan, sitting beside me in the examination room, went completely silent for a long moment after the doctor

‎ ‎She looked at him carefully. ‎ ‎“What will you do?” ‎ ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎ ‎“I don’t defend territory.” ‎ ‎Pause. ‎ ‎“I expand it.” ‎ ‎Her heart skipped. ‎ ‎Somewhere in the financial district, executives at Blackridge were likely celebrating early stock dips. ‎ ‎Confident. ‎ ‎Patient. ‎ ‎But they didn’t know something yet. ‎ ‎The billionaire they tried to destabilize had just stood publicly beside his pregnant wife— ‎